Today’s guest picture shows a swan anxiously supervising her brood. She is anxious no doubt because, as my sister Mary tells me, the cygnets are swimming in the dogs’ bathing pond on Parliament Hill Fields.
A dull and rainy morning here was brightened by the appearance of Sandy on a flying visit, followed by Dropscone bringing some quality scones for coffee time. After coffee, I had to pay a visit to the Health Centre for a routine matter and by the time that I got back, the weather began to look a little brighter.
I took a couple of pictures in the gloomiest part of the morning for illustrative purposes only. The first shows one of our infrequent greenfinch visitors…
The starlings show tenacity when it comes to getting food from inconvenient feeders.
After lunch, the weather seemed to be set fair for a while, in spite of the weather forecast assuring us that there was heavy rain in the area so Mrs Tootlepedal and I took our courage and two umbrellas in our hands and set out to walk down the Esk to Skippers Bridge and back along the far bank.
Mrs Tootlepedal was acting as chief fungus spotter and she did a good job, seeing one crop on the way out and another on the way back.
I kept an eye out for berries.
The recent rain followed by warmer temperatures has perked up the brambles quite a bit.
Mostly though, I was looking for scenes that showed the river off to advantage.
As we walked along the path back towards the town, we passed two foreign invaders.
The Russian vine is vigorous but controllable and is used here to help to disguise our sewage works, The Japanese Knotweed is very vigorous and totally uncontrollable and is spreading along the river bank in spite of some efforts to keep it down. You can see it in the river view above. It upsets Mrs Tootlepedal to see its uncontrolled spread.
We timed our walk to perfection as it started to rain just as we got back to the house. The rain didn’t last long though and by the time that we went to sing in our Langholm choir after tea, it was a beautiful evening.
Our choir practice was busy and hard work, as our new conductor doesn’t believe in easing us into a piece but charges in at full tilt, leaving us to follow behind as best we may. Still, it’s fun even if we sing a lot of wrong notes. I needed a nice cup of tea and a snack to recover when I got home.
A traditional chaffinch is flying bird of the day.